Lyrics:
Monte had to sit down so fuck the feds still
Got out Manson and Vic de Ville
We from the gutter, nigga, all day
So now it's ghetto ponytails, nigga,
went to bummer town, bumping Gucci too deep
Me and my new cutie ghetto fab but with the fat booty
Sucking on my neck, like she was trying to give me
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
I don't know what Michelle
Would do without me (do with out me)
Everybody in the world seems to now
Be part of my family (part of my family)
Now
the ghetto copped the soundtrack.
Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that?
Malik Taylor introduced it to me.
He said, 'Forget Benny Hill, nigga.
the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals
there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers
I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin'
You could meet me there that bad news
They was
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
to dream bout, lookin at the stars
It won't take long, infatuation wit fast cars
Fast women turn me to sinnin' but I don't judge
My Nana called it early, her
turning… off axis, on all facets… all access ghetto passes been retracted… styles not practiced… have amassed a massive, recall of all the masses… askin'
Played like nintendo
By stupid bimbos
This my crescendo
This my memento
But y'all dumb bitches will never get the innuendo
Came from the ghetto
Walking
bullshit
Put the rifle to your lip
Longer than a pool stick
Walk down on my target
Empty out the cartridge
Talking all that nonsense
Turned his body
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
Nah, no I'm not
Nah, nobody on this
You know how that go
Now I'm living with a purpose, I ain't perfect
Allah got me, ain't spend too much time
Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack
you're looking at a captain
Jump aboard you won't sink
25 should have got a Porsche no tints
Rolled by and I sold Nines in the mist
Got Mo stacks turned 18
you can't face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up
(By us some snacks)
Shawty hold my number before she sent me her nudes (Sent me her nudes)
She told me, "Rylo, it's a honor, you know I dropped out
told me don't take no shit (you're out of line)
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back (you're out of line)
So when I hit the nigga, it go
it out the ghetto I know that's for sure
I be steady counting blessings but I got my losses
And if you ever wish me evil I still wish you well
You
of all time
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
"...invaded by hordes of scummy, race-mixing traitors and Red-led
Marxist
mongrels demanding human rights for subhumans. Yes, once again,
we see
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